Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 68,191 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

The Poem Of My Heart - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The poem of my heart

No
This trope
Meter-less; without rhyme
Absent the conceit, metaphor
Nothing, none
Not even ambiguous

Just simple honesty; open heart
Clear; to space, passed skies

Winter war is ending
Weak Clouds, and the wind escaping
Cold is gone; will get lost
As will I; all of us
Squirrels on branch

Flirt with germinates
But the dates, in kitchen
They are the immigrant
Morocco’s

They have seeds
Long, brown, hard to peel

Seeds are shy
Lonely, cry
They face the
Culture shock
Where to go?
Land is marsh
“Strange! ”

Seeds and I
And squirrels
And branch
And clouds
Chit-chat, talk
“What is right? ”
“Don’t buy dates? ”
“Throw, dump? ”
“Bury them, hell to laws? ”

Topic(s) of this poem: solitude


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 3, 2015



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